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Nancy Screw and the Coming of Age (18+) Chapter 17

Cell Mates

By Alder StraussPublished 3 years ago 14 min read
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Chapter 17

Cell Mates

The whole way to the station Nancy questioned her actions; not in the way that any other person in her situation would, but in the methods and operation of the way she had investigated. How did they know I was there? What tracks did I leave uncovered? In my haste I was so thorough. Nancy shook her head in her inward frustrations at her carelessness. What tipped them off? It wasn’t long before they arrived at their destination. The patrol car stopped and the two officers got out. Shortly thereafter the right side opened and Nancy was escorted out and led to a secured door. The three disappeared inside.

“Got a 63 here for you,” the officer grasping Nancy’s arm stated to another officer at a counter behind thick glass.

“Alright,” he responded, scratching his pen on a sheet of paper. “Send her to cell 4. Wait.” The two officers stopped and looked back at the one behind the glass.

“Got all her information ready for me?”

“Yep. Sure do.”

“Okay,” the inquiring officer answered. “Make her comfortable and meet me back here, if you would.”

The other two nodded and escorted Nancy to her cell.

A part of Nancy thought she was dreaming, or maybe more accurately, in a nightmare. And she thought for sure that the sound of the bars slamming shut would wake her from it. But it didn’t. Instead, she found a seat on the thin mattress that was her bed. The springs it lay upon created a deep creaking sound as she tried to get herself comfortable for the untold time she would be there. The only other sound was the dissipating tapping of the officers’ feet as they walked out of her sight. Nancy looked around and found that of the four cells in her block, she was the only one there. Riverside didn’t get much crime, Nancy imagined. From what the papers and news reports told, only petty ones, save for the disappearance of Charles Turner. Other thoughts, too, bubbled up in Nancy’s brain. What if my parents find out? Will I get out of here and be able to get home before they find out? What if they thought I went missing like poor ole Charles Turner? Where is Beth? Will she come bail me out?

“Oh, what am I going to do,” Nancy cried quietly to herself.

“Not to worry Miss—?”

Nancy nearly jumped through the roof when the officer spoke. She settled in her seat, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh, oh you scared me, officer.”

“I’m sorry, Miss—?”

“Oh just Nancy is fine.” Nancy smiled at the officer, who stood by the bars that made up the doors to her cell.

“Sure. Nancy it is,” he announced in a delightful tone.

“The reason I ask is that I just got on shift. Hadn’t had time to look at your paperwork quite yet.”

Nancy looked up and smiled.

“Oh, it’s okay. I could really use a friendly voice right now.” Nancy looked back down at the cold cement floor below her.

“I’m just so scared.”

“It’s okay,” the officer assured. “I will be here the entire time in case you need anything.”

He went on.

“Nights can get pretty boring around here and there’s no one much to talk to.” He smiled at Nancy once more and started to walk back towards the office when she interrupted.

“Do you know when I might be let out of here, officer—?”

“It’s Bradley, and I am heading back to the office to check on that right now.”

“Officer Bradley,” Nancy added. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” Officer Bradley replied in a gentle tone. “It’s my pleasure.” He smiled again, tipped his hat and strolled down the hallway.

Nancy laid down on the lumpy mattress and wrapped herself in worry once more.

What seemed like an eternity was really ten minutes and Nancy had begun to doze off when Officer Bradley returned.

“Coffee?” Bradley stretched his arm out through the bars close to where Nancy could reach it. She didn’t much care for the bitter taste of it, but she needed something warm to calm herself and coffee might just do the trick. She took it.

“Thank you.” At her tongue’s peril, Nancy sipped eagerly and ignored the pain.

“I took a look at your file and I have some good news and some not so good news.”

“Oh?”

Officer Bradley went on.

“It looks like the person who is filing the charges is Miss Margaret Turner. She’s a family friend of mine and I think I can talk with her and pull some strings. You’ve got a clean record and you’re looking to graduate this year. Since you are eighteen, this could be a lot worse for you.”

“Oh,” Nancy replied. “What’s the bad news?”

“Well, I figured that since you appear to be a good student, you’re obviously not a criminal, and it’s a school night, we’d have to call your parents.”

Nancy’s face grew wide with fright.

“No, no, no. I’d never live to graduation! Please. There’s got to be something you can do.”

Officer Bradley looked down from the opposite side of the cell door. Nancy was now pressed against the bars, tears flowing down her face. Her heart began to race.

“Please, Officer Bradley.” Nancy sobbed through more broken words.

“I, I just got to get home. They’ll worry.”

Officer Bradley opened the cell door and entered, locking it behind him, neglecting safety procedures for incarcerated “criminals” but remembering that this was Riverdale and the “criminal” was a frightened eighteen-year-old. He firmly gripped Nancy’s shoulders and slowly brought her down to the bed where he sat beside her.

“Hey, hey hey,” he turned her head so she was looking at him. “It’s okay. It’s nothing to get freaked out about. Parents can be very forgiving and understanding.”

Nancy shook her head and spouted out a few more tears.

“You don’t understand. My parents trust me with everything. They’ll never look at me the same again.”

Officer Bradley shook his head.

“Now I’m sure that’s not true.”

Nancy looked down in embarrassment. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Officer Bradley was getting up to leave and, in one uncontrollable reason, Nancy placed her hands on his broad shoulders and begged him to stay. He froze in surprise. When she realized what she had done, she removed her hands.

“It’s okay,” Officer Bradley chuckled. “Never had that happen to me before.”

Nancy’s face grew red with further embarrassment.

“What I mean is, is that you’re a pretty young woman and it’s nothing to be worried about.”

Nancy looked up at him again and smiled through a veil of drying tears.

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Officer Bradley reassured as he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe her tears away.

“I must seem crazy to you, huh, Officer Bradley?”

“Not in the slightest. I used to do police work in a larger city. That was crazy. I transferred here to get away from all of that.”

Nancy smiled and closed her eyes to allow Officer Bradley to dab around her eyes. In her impairment, Nancy could feel Bradley’s face close to hers as he examined his work more closely. She could hear him breathing and even smell the faint sweetness of mint upon his breath; something she preferred to whiskey. Then something filled her up inside, an adrenal rush of fear, excitement and frenzy. And, with self-control thrown to the wind, Nancy leaned in and planted her lips on his. Officer Bradley nearly fell off the bed and Nancy opened her eyes to see him practically laid out on the cell’s floor below.

“Oh my! I’m so, so sorry!”

Officer Bradley shook his head.

“Are you okay,” Nancy asked him.

“Yea. Wow, that was wow.”

In Nancy’s embarrassment she asked the most inappropriate question an incarcerated eighteen-year-old woman might ask a police officer.

“Was it good?”

“Th-the kiss,” Officer Bradley asked as he sat up, dumbfounded.

Nancy cupped her face, ashamed that Officer Bradley might find something wrong with it, but also to test the ostrich head in the sand theory. She separated a few fingers and looked out. It didn’t work. Officer Bradley was looking at her through those fleshy bars and smiling. He was smiling.

“Nancy, to answer your question, I enjoyed it.” He took her by the wrists and pried her hands off of her face.

“You’re a wonderful kisser.”

Officer Bradley sat on the bed and leaned slightly in to where Nancy was sitting. Again, nonsensical reaction took her over and she planted her lips on his once more. And, to her surprise, he didn’t pull away. She put her hands around his waist and he grazed the neckline of her buttoned shirt.

Is this right? Should I be doing this? Those questions and more bounced around Nancy’s head but held little merit in comparison to the primal instincts of sexuality that swam violently within her. She could not contain them. She moved her hands down along the refined musculatures of his pecs and abs. The beasts inside her had tasted blood and were going for the kill. His hands caressed her lower back and disappeared between the mattress and her buttocks. Before she knew it she was airborne for the briefest of seconds before landing in his lap. Nancy moaned in between necessary breaks for breath from lengthy bouts of sensual fury. She playfully tugged at his badge and uniform top, which he unbuttoned, letting it fall to the floor. She slid her desperate fingers under a stretched black shirt and felt the warmth of his flesh. His fingers, in their desperation, pulled at her shirt with just enough force to pull apart its clasped buttons without compromising their function and with enough result to expose Nancy’s lacy bra. She giggled as Officer Bradley kissed from the base of her neck down to her cleavage. He licked and caressed them with his mouth and tongue and sent her mind reeling with sexual anticipation. She felt his hands sliding up under her back and pulled both side of the bra tight to release the hooks that held it together. He pulled her closer. She could feel the throb of his heartbeat in that flawless carriage of his and he could feel hers blushing with warmth from the hearth of hers. Nancy’s fingers explored further south, coming upon a long hard object that was cold to the touch. She looked down and giggled.

“Oh, I thought—.” She blushed and ceased stroking it.

“It’s okay. It could happen to anybody,” he teased. She looked at him and pulled his belt buckle apart. His pants followed. He rolled her off of him, laid her on the bed, and slipped off her jeans before she could his.

“This isn’t a contest, you know,” Nancy teased comfortably.

“Oh I know,” Officer Bradley replied. “I just thought I’d help you out. You’ve been through a lot already.” He smiled so big that she forgot about to what he was referencing.

Nancy lay there on the bed, her jeans sprawled out on the floor like Officer Bradley’s had been not too long before. He was looking at her with a surprise on his face.

“No panties?”

Nancy smiled innocently.

“They’re uncomfortable. Always riding up.”

Officer Bradley laughed. “I can feel for you there.”

He bent forward and grabbed Nancy’s hands, pulling her towards him. There she sat, staring at a part of him that, she estimated, compared to what she had mistaken for being it earlier. She pulled down the zipper, reached in, and pulled out Bradley’s Brat. She pulled herself slightly back in surprise.

“Is everything okay?” Officer Bradley asked with a touch of concern about his voice.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen anything like it. I’ve only had one boyfriend and he wasn’t, well…”

“It’s okay. Are you worried that it will hurt?”

“Well, kind of.”

Officer Bradley stood there with all seven plus inches resting in between Nancy’s nimble fingers.

“Don’t worry, I know how to be gentle.” Officer Bradley bent down briefly and kissed Nancy’s lips. She moaned slightly.

“Okay.”

Officer Bradley removed the remainder of his clothes and Nancy, sitting on the bed, leaned slightly forward, advancing on his impressive member. He moaned as it entered her mouth. Her tongue caressed it eagerly, yet gingerly. He ran his fingers through her hair and tilted his head back in response as hearty spasms of pleasure rippled through his body. She ran her hands down along his thighs and he slid his hands over her breasts, grazing the nipples, which perked up and stood attention in response to his touch. She moved her hands up to his buttocks and held on. Officer Bradley returned to her hair and ran his fingers vigorously through it. She took him out of her mouth so that she could run her tongue from its base on up to his head. She briefly cupped it with her mouth and then slid her tongue to his navel, then to his chest and, eventually, to his lips. With great strength and eagerness, she pulled him on top of her and opened her legs. He positioned her closer and massaged her clit with his length.

“Ooohhhh.”

She matched his excitement as pleasure breached her mind. Nancy was enthralled to receive him as she signaled him ready with her grasping onto his girth to guide him in. Every receptor within her let loose her wildest fantasies as he brought her closer to orgasm with every thrust. Fantasies of satisfaction beyond what she had experienced by herself or with Billy and culminated in granted satisfaction. Officer Bradley was no empty dream; fantasy inside and handsome out. Within the first few minutes, Nancy cried out and her body soon trembled and shook as she let one pent-up orgasm loose. One sexual beast freed.

Officer Bradley kissed her lips and flipped Nancy over on her stomach. The bed squeaked, Nancy moaned in excitement, and Officer Bradley thrust in her again. Nancy could feel him. The pleasure intensified. He felt bigger, she felt tighter, she knew it wouldn’t be long until another was let out of its cage. She could feel him close to her. She smelled the same minty breath accompanied by the sweet, heavy smell of sweat. She admired it. She felt wild. The bars surrounding them didn’t exist anymore. She had been set free. She came again.

“Oh god!”

Officer Bradley rolled her to her side and kissed her again. He whispered something in her ear.

“You on top?”

Nancy nodded and kissed him. Her strawberry blonde hair settled only briefly as she accompanied his efforts in sitting on him. She moaned at his generosity and felt his sweaty palms against her lower back, balancing her up on him. She leaned forward and placed her hands on his knees. He guided her up and down his heavenly shaft, bringing her ever closer to peak. She felt her hair give and take as it bounced and stuck to the sweat that was gathering on her brow and the sides of her face. Her breasts, too, glistened and just as joyfully bounced in rhythm. Then without warning, Nancy was there. She let out one more cry of satisfaction before she was tossed playfully on the bed beside Officer Bradley who, at the very next moment, moaned loudly, heartily releasing his essence upon Nancy’s naked breasts.

Nancy lie there in Officer Bradley’s embrace not knowing what to say next. In a way, she had needed it. In another, she felt as though she had rushed into something too quickly. She didn’t think that her and Officer Bradley were an item. No. She just liked to know that she knew something about a guy before going through with it. However, she did learn that he used to work in a big city. If anything, that could be enough evidence to justify her actions. Officer Bradley got up, put his clothes on and handed Nancy hers. When the two were finished dressing he opened the door to Nancy’s cell and walked out, leaving it open. He stood there looking at Nancy. She, in turn, returned his gaze. He shrugged.

“You need to close it, right,” Nancy asked, unsure of what to do next.

“You tell me,” Officer Bradley replied.

“According to our records, you’ve been released. You’re free to go.”

“But what about my charges? My parents?” Nancy was still unsure and pressing questions had to be answered.

“I don’t think we have anything to worry about here. Now go get a good night’s sleep. According to our records, you are a student who has school tomorrow.”

Nancy’s face grew wide with a smile and she skipped through the gap between the doors and its threshold.

“I, I don’t know what to say, Officer Bradley.”

“How about thank you,” he replied with a wink.

“Thank you!”

Nancy kissed him on his cheek and scurried down the hallway towards her house. Officer Bradley secured the cell and walked down the hall towards the office.

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